Has anyone ever seen a BLUE raspberry?
My guess is no.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Strange Things are Happening All Around Us.
There were strange things happening at church today.
First strange thing, the man sitting across the aisle from us was a 40 year old version of Tim Riggins from Friday Night Lights aka Taylor Kitsch aka this young man:
Sitting next to us was a father wearing a rainbow striped polo and cutoff jean shorts. Whata hipster.
There was also a young man sitting in front of us who strangely resembled Michael Jackson (before he turned white).
Then Hannah leans over to me and whispers, "Look over to your left. There is a little boy wearing a red cape." And sure enough, there was. There he sat, ready to knock the teeth out of any super-villian who may come wandering into Sunday morning mass looking for a brawl. Perhaps he saw Captain America and was inspired. But then, Captain America doesn't wear a cape, does he? So I guess caped boy will remain a mystery.
There was also a woman who didn't take her sunglasses off the entire time she was there leading me to believe that she was either really hung over or her eyes had been dilated. However, since it was a Sunday morning I tend to doubt the later. My mother has just informed me that the woman in question had serious eye surgery and it is for that reason that she cannot take the glasses off. I sincerely hope that her recovery is going well.
You may think that with all this people watching I didn't pay attention at all. Well, dear reader, you would be wrong to assume that (you know what happens when you assume). The homily was about building the Kingdom of God here on Earth through love and understanding.
In summation there were just a lot of bizarre people to watch at mass this morning. I blame it on the heat. It changes people.
And that's how Clara C's it!
There was also a young man sitting in front of us who strangely resembled Michael Jackson (before he turned white).
Then Hannah leans over to me and whispers, "Look over to your left. There is a little boy wearing a red cape." And sure enough, there was. There he sat, ready to knock the teeth out of any super-villian who may come wandering into Sunday morning mass looking for a brawl. Perhaps he saw Captain America and was inspired. But then, Captain America doesn't wear a cape, does he? So I guess caped boy will remain a mystery.
There was also a woman who didn't take her sunglasses off the entire time she was there leading me to believe that she was either really hung over or her eyes had been dilated. However, since it was a Sunday morning I tend to doubt the later. My mother has just informed me that the woman in question had serious eye surgery and it is for that reason that she cannot take the glasses off. I sincerely hope that her recovery is going well.
You may think that with all this people watching I didn't pay attention at all. Well, dear reader, you would be wrong to assume that (you know what happens when you assume). The homily was about building the Kingdom of God here on Earth through love and understanding.
In summation there were just a lot of bizarre people to watch at mass this morning. I blame it on the heat. It changes people.
And that's how Clara C's it!
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Hot! Hot! Hot!
I have been upon this earth for 19 years. Not for a single one of these years have I had an air conditioned house. Not that I am complaining, mind you, but it does get hot in the middle of summer and this week it looks like my ability to deal with the heat is going to be put to the ultimate test.
The weather report for the following week goes something like this:
Monday- 90 degrees
Tuesday- 90 degrees
Wednesday- 91 degrees
Thursday- 91 degrees
And so forth.
So it looks like I will be sweating this one out at home this week. Last summer my friend Jenny made up a poem about our houses, I don't remember how it goes exactly, but it goes something along the lines of this:
The weather report for the following week goes something like this:
Monday- 90 degrees
Tuesday- 90 degrees
Wednesday- 91 degrees
Thursday- 91 degrees
And so forth.
So it looks like I will be sweating this one out at home this week. Last summer my friend Jenny made up a poem about our houses, I don't remember how it goes exactly, but it goes something along the lines of this:
Each home is unique
It has a soul
The Richter coven
Lives in an oven
While Nick calls ours the cavern hole.
So yes, it is determined, I do indeed live in an oven. A small brick oven that is set to pre-heat to 345 degrees fahrenheit.
LET THE GAMES BEGIN!
And that's how Clara C's it!
Friday, July 15, 2011
Sing a Song of Summertime
There are so many things that I like about this time of year. Everything starts to get ripe at once. All of a sudden we are picking raspberries and blueberries and blackberries and the lettuce is ripening in the garden and the beans are starting to climb the bean poles and everything is green and golden and beautiful.
It's the time of year for kayaking.
It is the time of year for sunburn, and staying up late, and catching fireflies in the woods and in the overgrown fields next to the house.
It is the time of year for days at the beach, and nights on the pier, and sunsets.
It is the time of year for dancing in the the streets and making fools of ourselves.
And that's how Clara C's it!
It's the time of year for kayaking.
It is the time of year for sunburn, and staying up late, and catching fireflies in the woods and in the overgrown fields next to the house.
It is the time of year for days at the beach, and nights on the pier, and sunsets.
It is the time of year for dancing in the the streets and making fools of ourselves.
And that's how Clara C's it!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Sworn Enemies!
Today I made a pact with one of the cats of the people that I babysit for. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I really do not like cats and this one insists on following me around everywhere and occasionally sinking its claws into my flesh.
I have heard that cats develop attachments to the people who show no interest in them, so I decided to make friends with this one, but I thought that perhaps I should set some ground rules.
Rule number one: Dale (that's the cat) is not allowed to come within a one foot radius of me. As long as he stays outside of this boundary I will pet him.
Rule number two: If he makes me sneeze I will remove him from my sight.
Rule number three: He is not allowed to make disgusting noises.
Rule number four: He is not allowed to try to jump in my lap.
Rule number five: He may not sneak up on me.
If he complies to these rules I will no longer push him off the couch or call him names.
However, I still retain the right to flaunt my opposable thumbs at him.
Also, Harry Potter in two days, so...
and,
And that's how Clara C's it!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Happy Fourth! (Almost)
I know I won't have time to blog tomorrow because I am going to be working my TAIL off, so I'm going to get this in early. No rest for the weary.
Tomorrow is the 235th anniversary of the birth of our nation, sort of. We actually didn't gain independence until after General Cornwallis surrendered to Washington in Yorktown and the Treaty of Paris was signed, sealed, and delivered.
But don't let that put a damper on your 4th of July festivities! Eat, drink, be merry! Set off fireworks! Burn King George III in effigy!
Tomorrow is the 235th anniversary of the birth of our nation, sort of. We actually didn't gain independence until after General Cornwallis surrendered to Washington in Yorktown and the Treaty of Paris was signed, sealed, and delivered.
But don't let that put a damper on your 4th of July festivities! Eat, drink, be merry! Set off fireworks! Burn King George III in effigy!
Oh beautiful, for spacious skies...
And that's how Clara C's it!
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